This choice: Takemi sees how scared Futaba is and tries to calm down. • Go Back...Chapter #10World's Weirdest House Call by: Frost   Takemi wasn’t a cruel person. Yes, she was pissed off, but that anger was all because of the cat that had slashed her legs. She could feel the stinging as the wounds came into contact with the air.
She looked over to Futaba, who cowered against the wall. The teenage girl clutched Akira close to her chest, most likely squeezing him far more than the shrunken teenager was comfortable with. Takemi sighed, pulling up the chair. If Futaba wasn’t her patient, it would have been easy to callously rip Akira away. However, the meek girl brought out a sympathetic side to her much like Miwa-Chan.
Takemi sat down, taking deep breaths. “Okay, I’m going to assume Akira told you everything. Is that right?”
Futaba nodded, still keeping Akira close to her.
“Good, that saves some time on my part.” Takemi rubbed her legs, cringing at the pain when she went over the wounds. “And while your methods were… questionable.” She stared daggers at Morgana, who had hid under the bed. “Your heart was in the right place.”
“Thank,” Futaba mumbled.
“However,” Takemi continued. “I’m going to have to take Akira back.”
Futaba’s eyes went wide. “No! Never!”
She clutched her hands around Akira, forming a protective shell around him. Akira let out a startled yelp as he was engulfed by Futaba’s clammy palms again. He tried to push against her hand to get some more room, but it didn't work. Instead, he was stuck in the near sweltering prison
Takemi sighed. “Listen. I need him. He’s the only one who can…”
“Help Miwa?” Futaba finished.
The doctor’s eyes went wide. “He told you that, too, huh?”
Futaba nodded. “Mhm.”
“I promise it’s safe. I’ve spent weeks making sure everything would go well.” Takemi found herself staring at the ground, finding it hard to make eye contact after the mention of Miwa.
Futaba bit the inside of her cheek. As much as she wanted to protect Akira, Miwa’s life was also on the line. She felt her heart race at the thought.
Takemi stood up and slowly made her way over to the bed. “All I need for right now is to see how long he can survive inside the stomach before he needs to get out.” She sat next to Futaba. “If anything even looks like it goes wrong, we’ll get him out as soon as we can.”
Slowly, Futaba released her grip on Akira, which he appreciated except for the implication that Futaba was beginning to agree with the doctor. Then she said something that made his heart sink.
"Does it have to be your stomach?"
The doctor cocked her head. "No. Why?"
Futaba felt the blood rush to her face. | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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